Sexual Fantasy Become Reality #04

Sexual Fantasy Becomes Reality, #04

When fiction becomes fact. Was what happened real, a fantasy, a dream, or a nightmare?

First, Joan had forced sex with J. R. and, his bodyguard, big Al where they forced her to blow them and gangbanged her. Then, she had forced lesbian sex with J. R.'s wife, Brigitte, with Madam Crystal, and Madam Tiffany. Now, that her violent ordeal is over, with her turned into a whore, a lesbian, and a nymphomaniac, she's eager to do whatever sexual things that her husband wants her to do with his friends, with his brother, and with strangers.

Reviewed, Revised, and Rewritten and Continued from Chapter 03:

With her not struggling to get away, making no effort to stop them from touching her and feeling her through her underwear, he watched Madam Crystal and Madam Tiffany remove his wife's bra. Michael couldn't believe that they exposed his wife's naked breasts for all to see. Then, not stopping with just her brassiere, they removed panties, too. Joan was naked. She was naked in front of J. R., his bodyguard big Al, and J. R.'s trophy wife, Brigitte.

Not making a move to cover her nakedness with her hands or with her forearms, as if finally, proud of her naked body, she stood with her chest out and her head held high. Not looking embarrassed or ashamed, unlike her to be so immorally immodest, she stared up at J. R. before looking over at Michael with sexual lust in her eyes. A sexually aroused look that he had never seen on her face before, she was totally naked and sexually vulnerable. As if she had been turned into a wicked whore, his modestly moral wife was naked in front of everyone.

'I don't believe this,' thought Michael. 'They stripped her naked. Joan is naked. Everyone is seeing my wife naked. Everyone is staring at her and sexually lusting over her. I know that I should feel outrage for Joan but I'm too sexually excited seeing her naked in front of everyone.'

Moreover, seemingly not caring that she was naked, something he thought he'd never see, as if she was suddenly an exhibitionist, Joan seemed not only comfortable being naked but also, sexually aroused being naked in front of everyone. Michael looked at J. R and big Al staring at Joan as if they had never seen a naked woman before. Clearly, they were enjoying his prudish wife's naked show of her sexy and shapely MILF of a body, too. No doubt, in the way that he suddenly wanted to have sex with his wife, they wanted to have sex with her, too.

Aside from her doctor, with him the only man who had seen his wife naked, she was on full, display now. Sexually exciting to see her exposed, Joan was naked in front of their host and his wife, a couple that she had met once before in his hospital room when he was caring for J. R. as his nurse. She was naked in front of the two Dominatrices and his bodyguard. Now that she was naked, instead of just kissing her, touching her, and feeling her naked body everywhere, he wondered if Madams Crystal and Tiffany would have lesbian sex with her.

'Why not,' thought Michael? 'Wasn't this what all of this is about, them humiliating us by forcing us to have sex with everyone?'

Helplessly forced to watch, if it wasn't enough that they had stripped his wife naked, Madam Crystal felt and fondled Joan's naked body while kissing her, French kissing her. Then, Madam Tiffany grabbed a handful of his hair and turned his head to make sure that he was looking and watching his wife having lesbian sex with Madam Crystal. Michael was looking alright. How could he not look? Something he asked her to roleplay and she refused, watching his wife having lesbian sex was one of his biggest, sexual fantasies. He'd never want to miss any of this by not looking.

In the way that he had wished to watch his wife blow one of his friends and/or his brother, equally as sexually exciting, he watched his host force his wife to her knees and fill her mouth with his cock. He couldn't believe his wife, a woman who hated giving him, her own husband, a blowjob, was forced to suck J. R.'s prick.

At first, with her gagging and chocking, and looking as if she was begging for his help, by the panicked expression on her face and the fearful look in her eyes, his wife appeared frightened. Unable to hide his sexually excited look, Michael couldn't believe that Joan had J. R.'s erect cock in her mouth. She was stroking him while sucking him. Joan was blowing him. He couldn't believe his wife was blowing another man.

'Wow,' he thought. 'Are you kidding me? This is amazing. My wife is giving J. R. a blowjob. I'll be masturbating over this for the rest of my life'

Michael continued watching Joan stroke J. R.'s prick while sucking his prick.

'She's sucking his cock in the way that I wish she'd suck my prick. Something she never allowed me to do in all the years that we were married, I hope he cums in her mouth. I hope he cums all over her face. I hope he gives her a cum bath. Perhaps, if he forces his cum in her mouth, all over her face, and gives her a cum bath, she'll finally agree to have me cum in her mouth, all over her face, and allow me to give her a cum bath, too,' thought Michael.

Obviously, just as Madam Tiffany didn't know that his sexual fantasy was to watch his wife have lesbian sex, she didn't know his sexual fantasy was to watch his wife suck someone's cock and watch them cum in her mouth, too. In the sexually exciting way that he watched his wife having lesbian sex with Madams Crystal and Tiffany, he watched her giving J. R. a blowjob. Michael wondered if J. R's. wife, Brigitte, would make this an official orgy, strip herself naked, and join in the sexual fun along with big Al, too.

"Don't! Please don't," said Michael feigning his feeble protest for the sake of his wife's honor.

He had to say something to stop this madness. He had to live with them woman after this was over. If he didn't protest his outrage, he'd have Hell to pay later. He could only imagine what his wife would say.

'Without trying to stop them, I can't believe you allowed Madams Crystal and Tiffany to strip me naked. Without saying a word, I can't believe you allowed them to kiss me while touching me and feeling me everywhere. Without defending my honor, I can't believe you watched J. R. force me to blow him,' he imagined Joan saying once home.

Now or never, this was his chance to voice his outrage with the feeble attempt of defending his wife's honor, modesty, and morality.

"Stop you brute! Oh, my God. I can't believe you're forcing my wife to suck your prick," yelled Michael with feigned outrage while trying to hide his sexual excitement in watching Joan give J. R. a forced blowjob.

Not hoping that he'd stop forcing her to blow him and let her go, instead, he hoped that J. R. would force her to continue sucking him and cum in Joan's mouth. He hoped that he'd force her to swallow his cum. Then, not done there, he hoped that he'd give Joan a cum bath and cum all over her modestly, moral face. He'd love to see cum dripping from his wife's hair, from her face, and from her naked breasts.

'Cum. Cum. Cum in her mouth,' thought Michael. 'Cum all over her face. Give my wife a cum bath. Make her your whore so that when I get her home, she'll be my whore, too.'

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Joan looked over at her husband with J. R's. cock buried in her mouth. Then, looking away from him to concentrate on what she was doing, the longer she was forced to stroke and suck the man's cock, shockingly surprising, the more she seemingly enjoyed sucking him. With her never enjoying giving him a blowjob, she was sucking J. R.'s prick in the way that he wished that she'd suck his prick.

Instead of looking away, Michael stared at Joan giving J. R. a blowjob. As if she was a thousand-dollar call girl, she was really going at his prick. As if wanting him to cum in her mouth, as if determined for him to cum, she stroked him harder. She stroked him faster. She sucked him deeper while making slurping sounds, sounds that he'd love to hear her make when she was sucking his cock. After watching her making out with two women, without turning her head away and/or screaming, shocking him, he couldn't believe that she was willingly sucking another man's prick.

'This is unbelievable. I can't believe what I'm seeing,' thought Michael. 'Not only did my wife seemingly enjoy having lesbian sex with Madam Crystal and Madam Tiffany but, now, she's seemingly enjoying sucking J. R.'s prick. Not only have they turned my wife into a swinging, threesome lesbian but also, they turned her into a cocksucking whore. Now, I hope they turn her into a cum slut, too. In the way that J. R. is about to cum in my wife's mouth and hopefully all over her face, I'd love to cum in Joan's mouth and all over her face.'

Obviously, sexually aroused, he watched Brigitte feel her breasts through her dress before sticking her hand inside her dress to finger her nipples. Then, she parted her legs and lifted her dress to her waist to rub her pussy through her panties. Pushing her panties aside with her finger, Michael watched her masturbate herself while Joan continue sucking J. R.'s engorged cock. Seemingly, as sexually excited as was his wife, Brigitte had a sexual orgasm from rubbing her pussy and fingering her nipples while watching Joan blow her husband. No doubt, they were swingers into swinging sex with other couples.

'A night that I'll never forget and will always remember,' thought Michael. 'This is crazy. Not only have they turned Joan into a lesbian but also they've turned her into a cocksucking whore.'

After watching his wife having lesbian sex with Madams Crystal and Tiffany, now she's blowing J. R. As if watching a tennis match, Michael looked from Joan sucking J. R.'s cock to watch Brigitte masturbating herself. While watching J. R.'s wife masturbate herself, with her dress hiked to her waist and her panties pushed aside, she exposed her naked pussy to him. Then, unbuttoning the top of her dress and removing her breasts from her bra, she exposed her naked breasts to his horny eyes. Michael continued watching Brigitte masturbate herself while Joan continued blowing J. R.

'I'll be masturbating over Brigitte and Joan blowing J. R. for the rest of my life,' he thought.

Never had he seen his wife suck cock with such sexual passion, not even his prick. With her refusing to blow his friends, his brother, and even him, her husband, he never thought that she'd blow J. R. He never thought he'd ever watch his wife give anyone a blowjob. As if he was a movie star or a rock star, instead of a rich, old man, Michael never imagined that his wife would suck someone else's cock, especially J. R's prick, and especially in such a sexually wanton way.

Seemingly, determined to have him cum in her mouth, she sucked his prick as if her life depended upon him cumming in her mouth. She stroked him faster. She stroked him harder. She sucked him deeper. In the way she was sucking him, clearly, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. Michael wished Joan would suck his prick in the way that she was sucking J. R.'s dick.

"Cum, J. R., Cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow your cum," said his wife in a sexually aroused voice.

Stunned, something he never heard his wife say to him, Michael couldn't believe that Joan not only wanted J. R. to cum in her mouth but also that she wanted to swallow his cum. He couldn't wait for J. R. to cum in her mouth. He couldn't wait for Joan to swallow his cum. He hoped that he'd give his wife a cum bath, too. Now, Michael couldn't wait for Joan to give him a blowjob. He'd love to cum in her mouth and give his wife a cum bath, too.

Now, not about to allow her to pull away before cumming in her mouth, J. R. put a heavy hand to the back of Joan's pretty head. He humped her mouth and fucked her face. He seemed as determined to cum in his wife's mouth as much as his wife was determined for him to cum in her mouth. If he hadn't seen her giving J. R. a blowjob, he never would have believed that she sucked his cock in such a sexually lustful way.

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His sexual fantasy of watching his wife with other men and with other women, too, finally came true but not as he had planned. Billionaire J. R., his wife, Brigitte, his bodyguard, big Al, and their dominatrices, Madam Chrystal and Madam Tiffany, all had their wicked, sexual way with his wife. They all had sex with her. Forcing her to have group heterosexual and lesbian, gangbang sex with her, they raped her. Only, by Joan not fighting them and/or screaming, she appeared to be a more than willing victim than she was a reluctant or a forced one.

With her forced to strip naked and forced to have sex with all five of them, he felt guilty for taking sexual pleasure in watching his wife forcibly being used and sexually abused. As if she was his woman to ogle and his sexual slave to do whatever he wanted to do with her, he watched J. R. sexily stare at Joan with lustful, sexual desire. He watched his wife forced to suck and fuck J. R.'s and big Al's cocks. Fingering her pussy and licking her cunt, he watched Brigitte, Crystal, and Tiffany have lesbian sex with his wife.

He watched Joan feebly struggle to get away. Overpowered by two, big men, now, she seemed to be enjoying being ravished and double penetrated by J. R. and big Al. In the same way that she was seemingly enjoyed sucking and fucking J. R. and big Al, she seemed to enjoy making out with Brigitte, Madam Crystal, and Madam Tiffany. She seemed to enjoy them touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. Then, while watching Joan touch and feel them through their clothes, he watched his wife return their kisses with her kisses and their sexual passion with her sexual passion.

'How hot is this,' he thought? 'Joan enjoyed sucking and fucking two men. Now, she's enjoying having lesbian sex with three women. I can't wait to get her home. I can't wait for her to have sex with me. I can't wait for her to have sex with my friends and with my brother. Now that she's a whore and a lesbian, I can't wait to do all the dirty and nasty, swinging things that I've longed to do with her.'

At first, a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness mixed with sexual excitement and empathy for his wife took hold of him that another man was seeing his wife in her sexy underwear. With her underwear so sheerly revealing, before they stripped her naked, he could see the size and shape of her C cup breasts. He could clearly see her brown, symmetrical areolas and her lighter brown, erect nipples. As if she was already standing there naked, he could see her brown, trimmed patch of pubic hair through her sheer panties.

No doubt, she was beyond embarrassed that others could see her nearly naked body through her sheerly, revealing underwear. Then, once Madam Crystal stripped Joan naked, and once Madam Tiffany and Brigitte kissed, touched, and felt his wife's naked body everywhere, with her returning their touches, feels, and kisses, they turned her into a lesbian. Finally, once J. R. and big Al had their sexual way with his wife's body, they turned her into a cocksucking whore.

Yet, hating to admit it, before they stripped her naked and forced her to have group sex with them, it sexually excited him in the way that the man and his wife sexually looked at his wife in her bra and panties. Then, when they stripped Joan naked, he was beyond being sexually excited. He wished he could join in and have sex with her, Brigitte, Madam Crystal, and Madam Tiffany, too.

Even though they looked at her as if she was a thing, a sexual object, instead of viewing her as his wife, a beautiful, married woman, she returned their lustful look with her lustful look. They looked at one another as if they all wanted to have forbidden sex with her and she looked at them as if she wanted to have extramarital sex with them. No doubt, his life with his wife would never be the same. Now, in the way that she never sexually satisfied him, with them turning her into a nymphomaniac, he wondered if he could ever sexually satisfy her.

To be brutally honest, even though he was horrified with what had already happened, and what may happen next to him and his wife, he enjoyed watching Joan having sex with J. R. and with his bodyguard, big Al. Double teaming her as if in a tag team match, they double penetrated her. When big Al was fucking her from behind, she was sucking big J. R.'s cock. Then, when J. R. was fucking her from behind, she was sucking big Al's prick. As if watching a porn movie starring his wife, it sexually excited him to watch Joan suck and fuck their pricks.

Not only did Joan suck and fuck them but also, they both ejaculated in her mouth and in her pussy but also, they ejaculated cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. They gave his wife a cum bath. Now, he couldn't wait to get his wife home so that she could suck his prick, too. In the way that J. R. and big Al ejaculated cum in Joan's mouth and gave her a cum bath, he couldn't wait to ejaculate his cum in his wife's mouth and give her a cum bath, too.

Before J. R. and big Al had sex with her, raising his sexual excitement to an even higher level, he enjoyed watching Madam Crystal and Madam Tiffany strip his wife naked. If that wasn't sexually exciting enough, he loved watching the three women strip themselves naked. He loved watching Brigitte and Madams Crystal and Tiffany having lesbian sex with one another and with Joan. A memory hard to forget and one that he'll always remember, he'll be masturbating over this for the rest of his life.

Giving her multiple, screaming orgasms, not only had they turned her into a cum slut and a wicked, cocksucking whore but also, they had turned her into a hot and sexy lesbian. Never has she ever had a screaming orgasm with him as she was having with them. Whether having sex with men or with women, even though, at first, she was forced, now, she looked as if she was sexually enjoying herself.

Now, she looked as if she wanted to eat more pussy and suck more cock. Now, she looked as if she wanted to have more sex. She had that wanton look of a nymphomaniac. As if they had turned her into a sexual predator, now, she looked as if she couldn't get enough sex.

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Chapter 04:

"Hi, I'm Dr. Martin," said the psychiatrist emerging from his office to greet his new patient with his outstretched hand while warmly smiling at her as if they were old friends instead of doctor and patient.

Obviously, in the way that he was looking at Joan, he liked what he was seeing. Taking her all in as if he was a starving man at a banquet or a thirsty man in a desert, for a woman in her fifties, she looked ten-years younger. Yet, even more sexually enticingly than her pretty face, with her big C cup, nearly D cup breasts, slim waist, and round hips, she had the body of a porn star. If she was a stripper, men would pay to see her dance around a pole.

Not volunteering her last name, wanting to maintain her anonymity and keep her identity secret by paying in advance and paying in cash, the woman offered him her hand.

"Joan," she said with a nervous, little smile. "My name is Joan."

A game she seemingly enjoyed playing, as if reverting back to her modestly, moral ways, she looked more like the lady that she no longer was than she looked like the whore that she is now. That woman died a painful, sexually frustrated death while this new woman was sexually satisfied, and thriving in her good life as the good wife, albeit the bad wife, the very bad wife. Ready to roleplay sexy games with her husband, now, Joan would have sex with anyone, man or woman, anywhere and anytime.

She eyed the doctor with respect before looking at him as if he was just another man hoping for and looking for sex. She could already tell that he liked her by the way he was looking at her. As are most all men, she could already tell that he was sexually attracted to her.